The language of stones is ancient and wise,

Written in the earth with endless ties,

Whispers of time that we cannot ignore,

A story of life that forevermore.

Each stone has a tale that it wants to tell,

A message for us, if we listen well,

A language that flows through mountains and streams,

Etched in the stones, in the land of our dreams.

In the granite and quartz, we can find truth,

Carved by the winds, the rain, and the youth,

Stories of courage, of love, and of pain,

In the language of stones, nothing is in vain.

The stones speak of mysteries that we must seek,

Hidden in the depths, they're not for the meek,

Secrets of life that we cannot ignore,

The language of stones, forevermore.

We must learn to listen to the stones' voice,

In the echoes of time, we can rejoice,

For in the language of stones, we'll find our way,

To a world of wonder, every single day.